Lyrics:
Ben Folds and Randy Newman
Went into town for a beer
The summer sun was shining bright
And evening was drawing near
Ben said, Man, it's been a while
Just balled out at newman's i feel like the man
Yea
Take my bitch out to LA so she can get a tan
Yea
I just grab some issey miyake for the fuckin pants
You're Paul Newman in Venice, Christ on the Mount
There's documentation if the stories run out
The thing about sunsets is they're over too quick
Walking to the big screen
Oh, and he looks so good in Technicolor
Kissing him in your dreams
Oh, and, you know, Paul Newman's that much duller
draggin up behind
Roll on down Poor Valley turn right at Fisher's Creek
There's a bonfire on Newman's Ridge, soon we're gonna be
Dancin' in God's
A Randy Newman song, my young heart
The opening of Major League
Oh, I was ready then, steal the third
And Cleveland was the place to be
Davies
Listen Randy Newman
Listen Colin Newman
Listen Gary Waleik
None burn like Robert Pollard
immer so sein, Gang
Lak ich fick' auf die Leute
Ich guck' nur auf mich und werd' immer besser, ja
Rapper am Lästern (brr), Newman am Brettern
Guckt
Az apu nem Paul Newman, az anyu nem Sophia Loren,
Az a bajuszos néni nem a Ninoma Fredi,
És a gondnok bácsi,nem az Al Pacino.
No,no,no
Newman’s salad dressing
Ingredients don't age
You’re just a man with limitations
And that's what I've been craving
Cause everybody's modernism
I’m opulence -
eye like I was Newman
Hi Jerry
I think therefore I am and I'm emulating the legends
By repping it on this cypher and fighting my way to Heaven
Most
dance in the rain
like Gene Kelly and sing like Sinatra did
I wouldn’t need a diamond
brighter than Paul Newman‘s eyes
if you had a private plane
We’d eat
dance in the rain
like Gene Kelly and sing like Sinatra did
I wouldn’t need a diamond
brighter than Paul Newman‘s eyes
if you had a private plane
We’d
I know what you're gonna say
I don't want to hear it anyway
I hear the Mariachi Play
Randy Newman's I Love Lc
You say California is just a movie
New
Mad's Alfred E. Newman
(Never gonna let them say that I don't love you)
Well, my noggin is hoggin' all kinds of thoughts
Adam Yoggin is Yauch and he's
Mad's Alfred E. Newman
(Never gonna let them say that I don't love you)
Well, my noggin is hoggin' all kinds of thoughts
Adam Yoggin is Yauch and he's
bonnie back to me)
(David Fathead Newman sax solo)
Last night as I lay on my pillow,
Last night as I lay on my bed,
Last night as I lay on my
Newman
I know her
And my Smith Corona
Keeps saying I'm sorry
I'm saying I'm sorry
And then I'm saying goodnight
Good night
Good night
Baby, you
Newman & Foster
We got the Brecker Brothers, and Hampton's bringing up the rear
All these bad cats, and more, are in the band now
They make the greatest
Newman & Foster
We got the Brecker Brothers, and Hampton's bringing up the rear
All these bad cats, and more, are in the band now
They make the greatest
got George Benson, we got Newman & Foster
We got the Brecker Brothers, and Hampton's bringing up the rear
All these bad cats, and more, are in
on, Mark
Ladies and gentlemen, Brian Newman
We both know I could learn a thing or two
About behaving, but I love you
And after all, it's just
only mine!
Music by Isham Jones
with lyrics by Charles Newman , 1932
WHY DON'T WE DO THIS MORE OFTEN
(Allie Wrubel - Charles Newman)
« © '58 Francis Day & Hunter Music »
Why don't we do this more often just what
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